UNCONDITIONALLY YOURS

Looked into your eyes and found my favourite colour // 3

Parker

A café is not the place to find a man such as myself. It is quite possibly the last place I would have seen myself the day before, yet there I was. But I was there for a reason, and I could not distract myself from that. It had been around 4:30pm when I approached the tiny café. It was nothing compared to the luxurious restaurants I had been used to, but I admitted to myself it was a sweet looking place, and it instantly gave me a warm and cosy feeling as I entered. I knew I would stand out in a place like that, though I chose not to care. I was used to being looked at, in both good and bad ways. 'Better than being boring', I thought. But when I entered that café, something happened, something I could never have expected and apparently the only think that could have stopped me in my tracks. I expected my job to be easy, especially when there was nothing in my way. But this is why expectations are bad because the truth is, no one can predict anything, apparently, not even me.

I only glanced around to swiftly scan my surrounding, yet somehow it resulted in nothing by my soul momentarily leaving my body. I found myself submerged in the most stunning ocean blue eyes I had ever seen. She was staring back into my eyes when I looked at her, leading me to hopelessly question if she could have possibly been looking at me before my eyes even met hers. I hoped so. She was unquestionably the most beautiful human being I had ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes on. She was not the average sense of beauty, but that was what made me so captivated by her. Unlike the girls in my world, who were most certainly pretty, but they had nothing on this woman, she was so naturally gorgeous. Her angelic face was covered perfectly in freckles, not an inch of makeup on to unnecessarily cover them up. Her silky brown locks were tied loosely so two small strands of hair fell beside her face. She had the most flawless tanned, olive skin, making me believe that she could possibly have a foreign parent. And of course, those dreamy eyes I found myself embedded in, the eyes that instantly told me so much about her, without her having to say a single word. I knew that she was trying to look away, I knew she was scared. But what hurt me most was I could see pain in those beautiful turquoise eyes of hers, eyes that should never show a single sign of pain. I did not know what she was doing to me, but I knew that it was something no one had done to me before. She was patently the most stunning woman I had ever seen, but even so, no one made me feel like this, no matter what they looked like. Though, it was the last thing on my mind in the moment, I just found something about her so fascinating. All of the best moments have to come to an end at some point, and so did this one. Before I could do anything else, she sprinted out of the doors, leaving me sitting there, entirely dazzled by her grace.

I felt as if my jaw had dropped to the floor, though I managed to make myself at least appear to have pulled myself together, wholly for the sake of my reputation and acknowledging anybody could recognise me. I wanted to follow her, but I accepted she must have left for a reason, leaving me to speculate if she would want me to follow her. I found myself in such a state of bewilderment induced by my frenzied overthinking. Overthinking was something I was not in the slightest familiar with, making it seem truly bizarre. I was torn, my mind drowning in thoughts and feelings, pondering on whether to act. I told myself if she wanted to talk to me she would have, but as I thought back to her ocean blue eyes I realised she could be thinking the exact same thing, and our eyes would never meet again. After stupidly internally debating with myself for possibly too long, I came to the conclusion that if I did nothing, I would almost certainly regret my decision. I would step outside, and if she acted as though she did not want me there, I would find an excuse as to why I was out there. I felt like an idiot, plotting what I would do in all circumstances, clearly looking far too deep into the situation, making me feel almost a completely different person. Maybe I just needed to talk to her, realise she is just ordinary and therefore free my mind of her clasps.

When I first stepped outside I was surprised to find she was not outside the front of the café. I discovered an unexpected and untamed urge to find her, even after my lengthy debating on whether it was even the right thing to come after her in the first place. That was when I was sure I heard a voice round the side of the café. I knew it could not be her, as it was definitely a male voice, but nosy as I was, I decided to check out where the sound could be coming from. The pathway that ran down the side of the café was dark and appeared to be somewhere only workers would be. However, as my eyes focussed to the dark and I took a proper look down the pathway, I saw something that made my blood boil. A man had the most gorgeous angel I had ever seen clutched still by her wrist next to the wall. She was tense, and I could hear her breathing from where I was standing. Breaths of panic. I had not felt such rage burning inside of me for as long as I could remember, but the sight of her uncomfortable infuriated me. She obviously did not want to be around the man, and the fact he hadn't let her be set flames in my mind alight. Just as I was about to step in, to do something about was I was observing and probably uncontrollably free every last inch of anger that was built up inside of me, she did something which demolished my hopes of her being an ordinary girl that I could easily forget about. The fear and panic in her eyes floated away, replaced only by pure fury. She powerfully swung her left leg up and kicked him, causing him to release his grip on her tiny wrist.